Seraphina flexed her sore fingers, adjusting her stance as she peered into the mossy undergrowth. Her chest heaved with each breath, wide hips shifting awkwardly as she tried to crouch lower. Already, the battle with the first slime had left her exhausted, her arms trembling from exertion, but the violet forest around her pulsed with life. More prey stirred somewhere nearby, small and slow—perfect for a beginner.
> [Cultivation: None]
[EXP: 0.5 / 10]
[Shop Points: 0.05 SP]
She scanned carefully, spotting a trio of slimes jiggling lazily among the moss and fallen leaves. The smallest bounced slightly, seemingly unaware of her presence. Her lips curved into a shy, mischievous grin. Alright… let's see how well I can do this again.
Crouching low, she advanced toward the nearest slime. Her exaggerated chest shifted forward, throwing her balance off. Her narrow waist offered little leverage, and her wide hips resisted her attempts at pivoting quickly. Each step required effort; every swing demanded careful calculation. She swung first with her right fist, connecting clumsily. The slime wobbled, barely moving, and she stumbled back as her chest bounced heavily, nearly toppling her forward.
"Ugh… my own body is working against me," she muttered, adjusting her posture. She wiped damp strands of hair from her face and tried again, this time stepping deliberately, pivoting awkwardly around her hips to land another hit. The gelatinous mass quivered violently, wobbling under her clumsy but increasingly effective strikes. Her arms burned, and sweat dampened the skin along her chest and back.
Minutes dragged as she attacked and retreated, strike after strike. The slimes moved lazily, occasionally sliding forward, forcing her to readjust her position every time. She missed swings, overcompensated with her hips, and cursed softly under her breath when her chest shifted mid-punch, throwing her aim off. Each hit was exhausting, each dodge demanding precision she hadn't yet mastered.
Finally, after a particularly awkward lunge, she struck the first slime's center squarely. It quivered violently, then collapsed into a puddle of green goo. She staggered back, knees nearly buckling, gasping for air.
> [Slime Defeated | HP 0]
[EXP: 1.0 / 10]
[Shop Points: 0.10 SP]
Her arms ached, her legs trembled, and her chest heaved heavily, but a faint thrill ran through her. She had survived another fight. Even clumsy, slow, and hindered by her exaggerated curves, she was learning—adaptation was possible, even for her awkward body.
She turned toward the remaining two slimes. One of them slid forward lazily, its translucent green body wobbling like jelly. Seraphina crouched lower, careful not to let her chest throw her off again. Her arms trembled as she swung, missing slightly, then adjusting mid-strike to connect. The slime pulsed violently but didn't collapse. Her wide hips resisted the pivot she needed to land another hit, forcing her to shuffle awkwardly. Sweat ran down her back and dampened her shirt; the effort was punishing.
Strike, stagger, retreat. Strike again, pivoting carefully this time. The slime quivered violently, wobbling, until finally, with a desperate, clumsy punch to its center, it collapsed. Seraphina sank to her knees again, gasping.
> [Slime Defeated | HP 0]
[EXP: 1.5 / 10]
[Shop Points: 0.15 SP]
The final slime remained. She wiped moss from her knees and flexed her aching fingers. Her heart raced, a mix of exhaustion and excitement. Her exaggerated body had made every motion, every swing, a battle against herself as much as the creatures. Still, she had adapted slightly with each kill, learning how to balance the sway of her hips, the bounce of her chest, and the awkward leverage of her arms.
Crouching again, she advanced toward the last slime. Each step was deliberate, her chest pressed against her arms to maintain balance, hips pivoting with slow care. Strike, retreat. Strike again. The creature wobbled violently under her clumsy fists, and finally, it collapsed.
> [Slime Defeated | HP 0]
[EXP: 2.0 / 10]
[Shop Points: 0.20 SP]
Seraphina leaned back against a mossy tree, chest heaving and limbs trembling. Only 2 EXP out of 10. She groaned softly, brushing hair from her flushed face. The violet forest around her pulsed gently in the soft golden light, as if acknowledging her struggle. She wasn't strong yet, and her body remained a hindrance, but she had survived multiple fights—and each victory, tiny though it was, had taught her something.
> [System Shop: Available]
Her wide, innocent eyes sparkled despite the exhaustion. She wasn't graceful, she wasn't fast, and her exaggerated proportions made even weak prey a challenge—but the thrill of effort, the joy of survival, and the small accumulation of EXP and SP filled her with excitement.
She rose carefully, each step calculated, and scanned the undergrowth once more. More slimes stirred somewhere nearby. Seraphina's heart raced with anticipation. She was far from powerful, far from graceful—but with every struggle, every awkward swing, every trembling step, she was growing, one tiny victory at a time.